NCIS: New Orleans (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 20 - Second Line - full transcript
A Naval psychiatrist is found dead and he was taking pictures of a reservist's funeral. Apparently he was counseling the reservist who was going through some stuff. They go to the man's apartment and there's someone there who gets away. They find a bag bull of bones. they test them and determine that they belong to the ancestor of a prominent family. They learn that there have been a lot of people who rob the graves of prominent people because some valuables are placed with the bodies. They find the intruder who confirms that he and the reservist did rob some graves but the reservist has all what they took. They also learn he pointed his gun at LaSalle but it misfired which is something he didn't tell them.
♪ NCIS:New Orleans 2x20 ♪
Second Line
Original Air Date on April 5, 2016
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♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Wait, wait, wait, wait, you
never walked one of these?
How long you live here?
Long enough to know
it's not for me.
Look, now don't get me wrong,
I enjoy a good party,
just not when someone dies.
That is not the point.
Second Lines
celebrate living.
It's a cultural tradition.
Hell, I grew up with 'em.
Taught me to
appreciate life.
Yeah, well, where I grew up,
you live, you die,
you get married.
No fuss, no muss.
And besides,
I appreciate life
just fine, thank you.
Oh, sure you do.
You live, you party,
meet some girl,
party some more.
No fuss, no muss.
Something like that.
According to his I.D.,
victim is Lieutenant
Darren Murray, 31.
Checked with Belle Chase,
says he was a clinical
psychologist at base.
And a Casualty Assistance
Calls Officer.
CACO.
Was the funeral for a sailor?
James Boyd, Reservist.
Who was on active duty
when he died,
so it's possible Lieutenant
Murray was assisting the family.
It could explain why
he was here, at least.
Yeah, but why wasn't he
in his dress whites?
And why is he
in an alley?
Taking pictures, apparently.
The only problem is...
memory card is missing,
and I couldn't find
any fingerprints on the camera.
Yeah, naturally.
Sebastian should be able to find
the most recent pictures.
Most cameras have
an internal memory, too.
Yeah, it'd go a long way in
helping us figure out
what Lieutenant Murray was doing
here, if he wasn't here
for Boyd's family.
That doesn't make sense.
If Lieutenant Murray was CACO,
why hide in an alley,
taking photos
of the Second Line,
instead of being
a part of it?
And why kill him?
As soon as I get the body
back to the morgue,
I'll know better how
he was strangled.
And I should be able to
give you the height and weight
of the killer too.
Garroting takes considerable
size and strength.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Lieutenant Murray?
- It's Lieutenant Murray.
- Come on, Amelia.
Come on, Amelia, let's go.
Oh, it's Lieutenant Murray.
You're going through enough.
Come on, sit down over
here with me, would you?
I heard something bad happened
when we finished the Line.
Had to see.
The lieutenant was
such a nice man.
He was so good to us.
How could this happen?
I don't know,
but we'll find out.
You're Amelia, right? Boyd?
Do we know... ?
I knew your Daddy.
We worked at the sheriff
department together.
A good man.
Thank you.
So Lieutenant Murray
was your CACO.
First one to tell me
James was in a car crash,
that he was gone.
Just when he was starting
to turn his life around, too.
Why he enlisted.
Navy takes care of its own.
Did you know that the
lieutenant was gonna be here?
No.
In fact, he said
he wouldn't be.
Said it was all part of
how we start to move on.
How could anybody
want to hurt him?
How is she?
She wants to know
what happened. So do I.
Brody, you're with me.
Christopher, Sonja,
go to Lieutenant Murray's house.
Learn things.
Killing a man
at another man's funeral.
Doesn't get much
worse than that.
Here too soon, Loretta?
Well, I haven't completed
the autopsy
on Lieutenant Murray,
but I have identified
what cost him his life.
Wasn't he strangled?
Ah, but how?
Answering that may help you
answer the bigger question.
Who killed him.
The lieutenant's
cricoid cartilage.
Rings the trachea,
protects the voice box.
Except these have
tiny grooves on them.
Friction marks.
Murder weapon.
Or at least the mark
left by it.
I'll send it to
Sebastian to analyze,
see if he can come up
with some possibilities.
Anything else?
Not yet, uh, other than
you're looking
for a relatively large man,
based on the severe angle
of the garroting.
Six-three, 230 pounds
or more, I'd guess,
based on
the upward force.
Yeah, might have
to look at those
Second Line surveillance
cameras after all.
See how many folks
fit the description.
I don't do
Second Lines.
I mean, other than
David Bowie's of course,
but then again, every
hipster in town did that.
I guess I just...I don't
really understand them
'cause, I don't know,
everyone seems so happy,
but that seems odd
because someone just died.
We all die, Sebastian,
doesn't mean
we don't celebrate
the life that was led.
Still, honoring the
soul doesn't mean
we can't do everything we can
to hunt down the killer.
So...
get to work.
Oh.
Uh, well, I'll see
your cartilage
and I'll raise you
internal memory.
Uh, I was able to recover photos
from Lieutenant Murray's camera,
which, actually,
a little disappointing,
'cause I didn't get to use
my advanced recovery software
and that thing is...
I know, "Sebastian, your point?"
My point is that
nothing unusual popped up.
Just a bunch of random
pictures of the procession.
Almost like he was making
a photo album or something.
Maybe he was looking for
somebody in particular.
And that somebody
found him first.
I.D. as many faces as you can
and get us the results.
Focus on large men, tall.
Hopefully Christopher
and Sonja will find some leads
at Murray's place.
Always paid his rent
on time, four years straight.
Didn't see much
of him, though.
One of them overly dedicated,
Navy types I guess.
Don't think he had
any family either.
Any idea how soon before
I can re-rent the place?
Oh, you're pretty broken up
about his passing, are you?
Everybody passes, honey.
Life goes on,
bills need to be paid.
Wise words.
Oh, we'll take it
from here, honey.
Thank you.
But I'm sure you have
a classified ad you have
to work on or something.
A little hard on her there,
weren't you?
A man dies and she acts
like it's no big deal.
Well, if she didn't really
know him, it's not, is it?
I mean, do you care when
somebody you barely know dies?
I certainly don't act like
it's an inconvenience.
Especially when it happens
to somebody like
Lieutenant Murray.
Means no family.
Who's gonna celebrate his life?
I don't suspect it matters
much to Lieutenant Murray.
What?
That's just
tough guy talk, right?
You're not afraid of anything?
Is that it?
No.
No, I'm scared of things.
Oh, yeah?
Like what?
Like you kicking my butt.
Well, if it knocks some sense
into that Neanderthal brain of
yours, you're damn right I will.
Don't move.
Who are you?
Come on... take it easy, now.
Look, we can talk about this.
You say something?
Lasalle?
Door.
He's gone.
Are you all right?
Yeah, sure.
Just got caught
off guard, that's all.
Here.
Thanks.
Are you sure you don't
need to get checked out?
You're all right?
Just a little sore, all right?
It's no big deal.
Sounds like
a big deal to me.
Getting kicked that hard,
knocked down.
Well, it's like I said, I got
caught off guard, all right?
We weren't clearing the place,
so I wasn't expecting anyone.
No, but I don't understand.
Why didn't you call out
when you first saw him?
What were you waiting for?
Well, he surprised me
before I could.
I mean, he's big and fast.
How big?
Well, he's big enough
to be a suspect
in Lieutenant Murray's murder.
You get a look at him?
Not a good one.
It all happened so fast.
So our mystery man
dropped a bag
before he busted
through the door.
I wasn't expecting it to be
a big ol' bag of bones.
The question is,
what was Lieutenant Murray
doing with 'em
in the first place?
And why'd the assailant break
into his place to get them?
Well, they look human to me.
Agreed.
Hopefully Loretta can I.D. 'em
and we can figure out
how they connect to Murray.
Well, you want us
to bring 'em to Wade?
Yeah. Brody and I'll go
talk to Murray' s CO...
see if he's got any other...
skeletons in his closet.
The radius and ulna
are separated
instead of fused.
Vertebral surfaces are concave.
Spinous is definitely human.
Probably male,
due to the structure
of the pelvis.
It's a lot of decay.
Whoever he is,
he's been dead a long time.
How long?
100 years, maybe more.
Mm-hmm.
I won't know until
further analysis,
and Sebastian can do
a DNA cross-check,
see if we can identify him.
Yeah, it might
help us figure out
why the assailant
wanted him so badly.
Hopefully find him.
Yeah, and when
we find him,
I got a little score to
settle with him.
You okay?
Why's everyone keep
asking me that?
'Cause everyone cares
about you, caveman.
How you sure you didn't crack
a rib or something?
Oh, I've cracked a couple ribs
playing football in high school.
This ain't that.
Let's have a look.
Look, I'm fine, really.
It's nothing.
It's not nothing if where
the assailant kicked you
is evidence.
And there seems to be some
residue on your shirt too.
Take it off.
Is this really necessary?
Oh come on, Country Mouse,
show off those six-pack
abs you're so proud of.
There is a faint outline
of what looks to be a boot.
I'm gonna have Sebastian
have a look at it.
Maybe he can get us
a shoe size.
Test the shirt, too.
You're really enjoying this,
ain't you?
Oh, yeah.
It's the highlight of my day.
Boyd went to him for
counseling.
Lieutenant Murray was trying to
help him turn his life around.
Boyd's wife never mentioned
Murray was in counseling.
My understanding is Boyd wanted
to keep it confidential
and Lieutenant Murray
honored that.
Can we get a look at
Boyd's case file?
I don't see why not.
Lieutenant Murray lost his own
family in a plane crash.
It's why he became a
psychologist and a CACO.
He just wanted to help
other victim's families
any way he could.
It makes you wonder why anyone
would want to kill him.
That's the thing--
I can't imagine
why anybody would.
He kept to himself pretty much.
Nobody really knew what he
did on his personal time.
That unusual?
Yes and no.
You deal with a lot of pain
as a Navy psychologist,
and more so as a CACO.
We're not robots,
it affects us too.
Some more than others.
Still odd that he was killed at
one of his own charge's funeral.
Can't help but think
there's a connection.
Speaking of odd,
any idea why
we found human bones
at Lieutenant Murray's place?
Bones?
Yes.
And we think
our main suspect
tried to steal them, too.
The bones are 300 years old?
Are you sure about that?
Eh, more like 250-ish.
Radiocarbon dating
can't get you
the exact date, but close.
Give or take three years.
Again, "ish."
God, recent bones
I can get,
murder victim, a cover up...
but old bones?
Why is that worth
fighting for?
I'm almost afraid to ask,
but, uh, what does
"CPS" stand for?
Cryogenic Preservation Society.
Got that when I signed up.
Dare I ask?
You know, like
cryogenic freezing.
When I die,
they're gonna take my head
and they're gonna stick it in
a minus-200-degree container
until future science
can find a cure for whatever,
you know...
killed me.
Has present day science told you
anything about
our murder weapon yet?
No, I'm still working on that,
but I was able to determine
what kind of a boot
broke your ribs.
Bruised, not broken.
Whatever.
Okay, there's some kind of
issues happening there.
Oh, by the way, your shirt had
a little bit of
concrete dust on it.
And as for the boot,
uh, it looks like
it was a size 13 or 13 1/2,
probably steel-toed,
based on the imprint
left on your contused pec.
Push-ups, right?
A lot of 'em?
Me, too.
Don't encourage him.
So, like Cinderella,
all we have to do
is find who fits the shoe.
Oh.
Looks like we got
a match on a bone.
All right, good news,
there's one living descendant.
Huh... didn't expect
to see that name pop up.
What name?
Karl Baptiste.
Baptiste? The Baptiste?
As in the one who originally
named New Orleans, New Orleans?
Jean Baptiste.
Karl's a distant relative.
Still lives out at
the family plantation, too.
Big spread.
Bet he was surprised to hear
that his ancestor's
bones had been stolen.
He did seem surprised.
Grave robbing?
Been an epidemic in the city
for years, worse lately.
Why cemeteries are
locked down at night now.
Crypts are filled with
priceless artifacts, gold.
It's like robbing
an unguarded bank.
Ivory sculptures
and marble angels.
I mean, this has got to
be worth a fortune.
Still, it's hard to believe
Lieutenant Murray's
a grave robber.
I mean, it doesn't track.
All the more reason to find out
how he got the bones
in the first place.
Mr. Baptiste?
Special Agent Pride.
This is my team.
Glad to know you.
Hello.
Although I still can't
Hi.
wrap my head around it all.
Yeah, I know how you feel.
It's part of all our history,
especially yours.
A lot of generations
interred here, I'm sure.
I hate to be exact.
All the way back to the 1700s.
Well, the family
crypt's over here.
I have a guard on it 24/7.
Because of all
the break-ins?
Well, the black market's
gone crazy
selling everything we hold dear.
Nothing's sacred
to these criminals,
but like I said,
I don't take any chances,
so I find it hard to believe
anybody stole anything.
Our forensic scientist
doesn't make mistakes.
Well, let's hope he made one
in this case,
'cause it doesn't make any sense
to steal bones,
unless they stole what's
really worthwhile too.
Dear God, it's gone.
Everything, it's all gone.
No, don't touch anything!
This is now all evidence
in a crime scene.
I can't believe this. I...
How could this
have happened?
Hey, where you going?
Hey!
Christopher!
Federal agent! Stop!
Hey, hey, hey!
Don't move.
You want to see if my gun
dry fires too?
Man, I ain't kill nobody.
Really? Then how come
we found you
sneaking around
a murder victim's house?
Attacking a Federal agent.
I told you, I didn't
know you was a Fed.
I thought you
was after me.
Why?
Who else is after you?
Yeah, you know what?
I ain't gonna say nothing else.
I'm gonna wait for my mouth
to get here.
Yeah, well, you
know what, Hanson?
You're mouth ain't gonna
save your butt, all right?
A Navy lieutenant is dead,
and unless you
tell us otherwise,
you got blood on your hands.
Look, I know you're mad 'cause
I tried to shoot you,
but I told you,
I didn't know.
I didn't even mean to.
Wait, wait, what?
And I...
Let's just stick to the case.
He just said he
tried to shoot you.
My finger slipped,
I panicked.
Yeah, his gun misfired,
all right?
It-it doesn't matter.
Like hell, it doesn't matter.
Are you kidding me?
We'll talk about this later.
Something I said?
You just incriminated yourself,
Mr. Hanson.
Admitted to trying
to kill a Federal agent.
I told you...
It doesn't matter.
Whether you mean to or not,
it's still attempted murder.
Eight years in the Federal pen,
more 'cause of your priors,
and a lot more if it turns out
that you killed
Lieutenant Murray.
Talk to me.
Help us help you.
I swear,
I never knew who the guy was
until he started
asking me about Boyd.
Boyd?
James Boyd?
The reservist who was
killed in a car crash?
Yeah, James and I, we knew
each other back in the day,
in Treme, back before
he tried to go straight.
Why he joined the Navy.
Ah, come on, I knew
that wasn't gonna last.
You can't change who you are.
He got in some money troubles,
Needed some cash.
Folks was after him, so...
he called me.
To rob crypts.
It's N'Oleans.
I said I knew of a big take,
it was dangerous though.
Why, because it was guarded?
Nah.
That ain't why it was dangerous.
The Baptiste family,
they... they got roots.
You don't want them finding
out you messed with them.
So you and Boyd
robbed their crypt,
and then what?
We ran.
We split up.
He took the take and before
we could get back together
to divvy it up, he, uh,
he crashed his car.
He died ugly, I hear.
A couple days later,
Murray was knocking on my door.
Asking what?
Just how well I knew James,
when's the last time I saw him.
See, I thought maybe he was
looking for the take, too,
so, I followed him home,
broke in when it was clear.
Saw he had one of the bags and I
tried to take it, that's all.
Risk all that for a...
bag of bones?
Bones prove where
the artifacts came from.
You can't sell one
without the other.
But that take,
especially that gold ring
that everybody wants so bad,
must be in the other bag.
You don't know where it is?
If I did, brother...
I'd be rich and
long gone by now.
How could you not tell me
you almost got shot?
What, you forgot to mention
that little detail?
Well, it's not a big deal.
And why are you so
concerned about it?
Why aren't you?
What if his gun did fire?
You could've been killed.
You're being dramatic.
Christopher...
Hey.
Come on, now.
Let's just work
the case, all right?
Start with the
reservist Boyd.
I think we need to take
a closer look at him.
Was a patient of
Lieutenant Murray's.
Brody's got the case file, I'd
like to know what she's found.
I'm on it.
All right, what do
you want me to do?
You want to tell me
what's going on?
Really, it's just
a whole lot of nothing.
No, Christopher, it's not.
This is me you're talking to.
And Sonja's right, you're lucky
that gun didn't go off.
And not saying something
about it, says...
Look, we take risks
all the time.
But we don't always
nearly get killed.
Face-to-face with mortality
affects a person.
You're no different.
Denying it doesn't do you
or anyone else any good.
Tell me things.
All right.
Karl Baptiste gave
me an inventory
of what was stolen
from the crypt.
Ivory crosses,
marble urns, angels,
and a gold ring,
which was apparently a gift
from King Louie the XIV.
Estimated to be worth
over a million dollars.
Well, this tracks
with what Hanson said, that
he was at Lieutenant Murray's
looking for more
than just bones.
Yeah, and if he's right
about potential buyers,
whoever still has the artifacts,
is gonna need the
bones to sell too.
The question is
where's the other bag?
There's a lot of
loot out there somewhere,
it's more than enough reason for
these robbers to kill for.
It's a dangerous business
robbing crypts.
There have been three murders in
this town in the past two years.
Yeah, Lieutenant Murray
must've been suspicious
of what Boyd was up to,
otherwise why meet
Hanson at all?
Well, according to
Murray's case file,
Boyd was definitely
a troubled man.
Gambling, debt,
hanging with the wrong folks.
Looks like he was worried Boyd
was about to do something
real bad.
Baptiste's crypt.
So maybe Lieutenant
Murray was killed
following up on his suspicions.
Well, just before
he died, though,
Murray requested a copy of
Boyd's autopsy report
from the Orleans Parish M.E.
You think he was curious
- about how Boyd really died?
- Well, if so,
and Boyd was murdered,
maybe solving that
will solve
Lieutenant Murray's murder, too.
Brody, tell Loretta we need her.
Christopher, Sonja,
see who's trying to
sell those artifacts.
Check black market,
CI's...
Our murderer's probably
one and the same.
This parish deals with
five times the death rate
than ours does,
but at a fraction of the budget.
Why's that?
More indigents, violent crimes.
Dr. Bellamy can barely
keep up with exams,
let alone lobby for funding.
Steven, thanks for seeing us
on short notice.
You know you're always
welcome here, Loretta.
In fact, you might want to
run next term, take my job.
I'm all right where I am,
thank you.
I don't blame you.
Dwayne, how you been?
How's Laurel?
Doing just fine,
thanks for asking.
This is Special Agent Brody,
she works with me.
Nice to meet you.
So, what brings you here?
Navy Reservist James Boyd--
died a week ago.
Boyd.
You know, I can
hardly keep track.
At least you got a name, though.
Most poor souls end up here,
they come in and out
as John and Jane Does.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Car accident, bad one too.
Burned almost beyond recognition.
Almost?
Well, family's able to get me
dental records,
and also ran DNA,
and postmortem radiographs.
But you were able to
perform a full autopsy.
Just to confirm C.O.D., I mean.
What are you
suggesting, Loretta?
Well, I'm not
suggesting anything,
other than I remember what
it's like to be overwhelmed.
And sometimes,
after you get an I.D.,
and what seems like
an obvious cause of death...
I didn't miss anything, I was
able to give him a full exam.
All right, then you wouldn't
mind if we have another look.
A lot on the line here,
maybe more than one murder.
We didn't mean
to offend, Steven,
we just need to make sure.
No apologies necessary.
There's nobody I trust more
to check my work than you.
So, would you like me
to contact the family,
request permission to exhume?
Please.
Thinking how that could've
been you in there?
No, actually I'm thinking how
bad that body's gonna smell
when they pop that lid.
You don't fool me.
The only reason you didn't say
what really happened
is 'cause you were scared.
I wasn't scared.
Come on.
We worked together a long time.
I know you and
your stupid macho front.
Why don't you just admit it?
All right, so maybe I was
a little scared,
but I wasn't taught
to deal with death.
All right?
I was taught you do everything
you can do to avoid it.
Well, that's
really sad, Lasalle,
'cause where I'm from,
you run from death,
you run from life.
Hang on.
Oh.
Okay, open...
Now, where's Boyd's body?
Good question.
Are they sure they exhumed
the correct coffin?
Boyd's name was
on the vault it came out of.
Only Boyd wasn't inside.
Unless the body
was cremated.
We did find ashes,
although normally they're
only found in urns.
But Boyd wasn't even supposed
to be cremated, was he?
Not according to Dr. Bellamy.
Still, somebody checked
the "Cremation" box
on the "Designation of
Remains" form.
But it wasn't the family,
we checked.
Mortuary could've
made a mistake.
Or Bellamy.
Or somebody didn't want us to
know how Boyd really died.
Especially if he was murdered.
Sonja, Christopher,
go to the mortuary.
I want to know who
checked that box.
We're on it.
Any chance you can
still find the C.O.D.?
DNA's usually destroyed during
the cremation process.
I could try to find
a partial bone or tooth,
or perhaps cell degradation.
It's a long shot.
Only shot we got.
Wait, what did I miss?
Who got shot?
Nobody, dear.
At least not yet.
Wow. Okay.
Well, taking that
not-so-subtle hint, uh,
I think I solved
at least one murder.
Lieutenant Murray?
Yeah.
And I'm not gonna lie
to you either,
it was not easy to match
a murder weapon
to the exact friction
marks on the cartilage.
I mean, I tried a fishing line,
all weights, piano wire,
fiber optic...
You know, why don't I just--
I'll skip to the end.
Give me a second,
I did a lot of work.
Sebastian...
All right, here we go, uh,
Rose Iron.
Uh, it matches microscopic
and corrosive dust
that I found in the cartilage.
That...
plus its width,
suggests harpsichord wire.
Kind of like this one.
Except,
Rose Iron was
replaced with brass
in the 1700s,
which means you're looking
for a murder weapon
that's at least 300 years old.
300 years?
Just like the bones.
You're not gonna
believe this,
but Patton did a
search on the Darknet
looking for Baptiste's
stolen artifacts.
And...?
He didn't find Baptiste's, but
he did find artifacts stolen
from other family crypts.
Want to take a wild guess
who he traced the seller to?
Well, this was unexpected,
Agent Pride.
Did you, um, find anything?
More than you wanted, I'm sure.
Black eye on the city,
grave robbing.
Strikes at the heart
of who we are.
You know,
PD's been trying to find
the ringleader for years now,
turns out...
it's you.
What are you talking about?
Hanson said,
"Nobody crosses Baptiste."
Now we know why.
We traced wire funds
instructions instructions
of stolen artifacts to shadow
bank accounts linked to you.
Perfect cover, nobody would
suspect a founding family.
This doesn't prove anything.
Proves trafficking of stolen
goods on the internet--
Federal crime.
So's killing sailors.
Whoa, wait,
I didn't kill anybody.
Why's everybody afraid of you?
No one knows better than to rob
the Baptiste family crypt,
except Boyd,
who apparently was desperate
enough to try.
Which Lieutenant Murray
suspected,
but when he got on Boyd's trail,
you were afraid
the investigation
would lead back to you.
No doubt the missing wire's
the murder weapon
used to kill Lieutenant Murray.
Missing wire? I...
That must've been
what was taken
when they broke
into my place, I...
I didn't report it
'cause I-I didn't think
anything was missing, but that's
obviously what they were after.
Okay, let's...
But listen to me,
I swear, I had no idea
Put your hands
behind your back.
who this Murray person is.
or Boyd, I...
And even if I did,
why would I kill people
who could help me
get my artifacts back.
My ring.
I swear,
somebody's trying to set me up.
Loretta's got something
to show me.
Let's go.
What'd you find?
According to the mortuary,
the cremation form
was already signed
when it got there.
But I was able to locate a still
intact bone fragment
in Reservist Boyd's ashes,
enough to test DNA.
Cause of death?
Don't know.
But what I do know is
those ashes don't belong
to Reservist Boyd.
DNA matched
a 78-year-old homeless man
who died two weeks ago--
John Doe.
Who died in Orleans Parish.
Dr. Bellamy's jurisdiction.
All right, so where's Boyd?
Well, I may not
know where he is,
but I think I know where he was.
So, I've been
working on the photos
that Lieutenant Murray took
at Boyd's Second Line.
And I was thinking,
he must've been
looking for something, right?
But what? So...
I kept magnifying
the photos until...
viola, right there,
you see that?
A reflection in the window?
That, ladies and gentlemen,
is James Boyd...
...alive and well,
at his own funeral.
I still can't believe
Boyd faked his own death.
I mean, you talk
about a Hail Mary.
Pinned himself into a corner,
figured it was his only way out.
So, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
Boyd robs Baptiste's crypt,
keeps the take,
pretends to be dead.
So what was he doing
at his own funeral?
It's a common fantasy
to be curious
about who'd show up
at your funeral,
so maybe Lieutenant Murray,
since he was Boyd's counselor,
had reason to believe
he shared that fantasy.
Which means, Murray showed up
at the funeral too,
hoping to prove that Boyd
was still alive.
Or Boyd was there
because, once he realized
the lieutenant was on to him,
he knew he had to try and stop
him before it was too late.
And, either way, two birds
with one stone.
Keeps anybody from thinking
Boyd's still alive,
and eliminates the one man that
would want to kill him
for stealing from him.
Karl Baptiste.
Yeah, but is Boyd that smart?
More likely, that desperate.
In debt, lot of bad people
chasing him,
one thing lead to another,
things got worse.
Navy took a chance on him,
Boyd betrayed that trust.
Even went so far as to
kill one of their own.
We have to find him
to face court martial.
Yeah, but how do we know
he isn't long gone by now?
Well, he hasn't been able to
sell the stolen artifacts.
They're not even listed yet.
The man goes to all that
trouble to disappear,
he's gonna need money--
lots of it.
I mean, he has to sell.
Well, you can't sell
the artifacts
without proving
where they came from.
That's what Hanson said.
Which means,
Boyd has the artifacts,
but not the bones
to go with 'em.
Christopher, you and Sonja
bring in Dr. Bellamy.
He lied to us.
He had to have helped Boyd
with that switch.
And what if he lawyers up?
Slows down
the investigation,
and to give Boyd
enough time to bolt.
You rethinking my offer
to switch parishes?
No, but I wanted to talk
outside the office.
Okay.
Something wrong?
Oh, come on, Steven,
who are you kidding?
You knew I'd run DNA on the
ashes I found in Boyd's coffin.
You knew what I'd find,
didn't you?
Yes.
Then what are you
still doing here?
Why didn't you run?
Where would I go?
God, Steven...
what happened to you?
I just didn't think
you would ever
have done something
like this.
I don't know.
Nobody cares about
me, my family...
nobody cares I hardly
make ends meet.
They just... expect.
What do I get out of that?
So you falsified Boyd's
death certificate,
use a homeless man's ashes
to cover for him, for what?
A couple bucks?
I wouldn't be the first
M.E. in this town
to do something like that.
No, but you're the last
I'd expect to do it.
Loretta... please?
Do the right thing, Steven.
Help us find James Boyd.
I don't know where he is.
Think.
I swear, I don't know
where he is.
Talked to him yesterday.
Wait, you spoke to him
yesterday?
He called.
He wanted to know if...
if I would carbon date
a bone for him.
DNA test it.
Said he needed it to
authenticate some kind of ring
he was trying to sell.
A ring?
He's supposed to get back to me.
Haven't heard from him.
Apparently, he doesn't have
the bone yet.
That's because we've got it.
Which means he needs
to find another...
It's been two nights.
Thinking maybe the
good doctor was wrong.
Boyd doesn't need
a bone after all.
Hold on.
Got movement,
back-right corner.
He's closing in.
Stand by.
Don't be stupid.
Thanks for the
vote of confidence.
Here we go.
Three...
two...one...
now!
We got a rabbit!
Percy, heading your way.
Federal agents! Stop!
Don't move!
We will shoot you
To quote a friend:
"Don't be stupid."
The Navy tried to
help you, Boyd.
Lieutenant Murray
tried to help you.
And now there's
no one to help you.
Please, don't tell my wife.
It's better if
she thinks I'm gone.
It's better
if she don't ever know.
You should've thought
about that before.
No fuss, no muss.
The good news is we
nailed three bad guys.
Four if you count Doc Bellamy.
Bad news...
Quadruple the paperwork.
Yeah, it would've been nice
if Brody would've
stuck around to help.
And Pride.
Well, Pride's got us
for paperwork,
so, it's good to be king.
Yeah, pun intended,
but what's Brody's excuse?
She's got to get ready.
And so do I.
Where you going?
Oh, Lieutenant Murray's
Second Line.
The Navy guys are
putting it together.
Okay, so what's that
got to do with this?
Are you coming?
It's Second Line, so no.
Exactly. Enjoy.
Wait, you can't just
dump all this on me.
Well, come along.
Well, you can't change the spots
on a leopard.
Or a Neanderthal.
See you, Country Mouse.
Okay, hold on.
Let's get something
straight here.
I did admit about being a little
scared about the misfire, right?
Reluctantly.
It's progress, not perfection.
Look, I understand
what you've been trying to say
to me, all right?
And I appreciate it.
I do.
It means that you care about me
more than you want to admit.
Calm down.
Now, you know what I mean.
But I do appreciate it.
I just... sometimes, I guess,
you got to hit me
with a two by four
to knock some sense into me.
Mm-hmm.
Look, we're partners, right?
So we spend a lot of
time together.
Get to know each other
in more ways than just work.
Don't say "work husband."
Don't worry.
All I'm saying...
is you help me with my stuff,
how not facing my past kept me
from growing,
connecting better with others.
Right back at you, Lasalle.
Just saying.
I just love this city.
Ditto that.
So, how did this tradition
get started anyway?
Some believe it started
in the slave days,
the long walk back
from the cemetery
outside the city...
singing and dancing,
remembering the loved ones,
and lessening the
hardship of the miles.
Mm! Wikipedia Wade!
Note to self, though,
remind me to get photo approval
before y'all put mine up
like that and show it off.
Good point.
It's a rich tradition;
never gets old.
Kind of puts everything
in perspective.
Yeah, perspective
Lasalle doesn't have,
probably never will.
Hey, don't be so hard on him.
Christopher will come around,
sooner or later.
Roll tide.
Yeah, but I bet if he was around
when Bear Bryant died,
he'd Second Line him.
Who's Bear Bryant?
Really?
The best coach ever.
Won six National
Championships at Alabama.
Nobody's got more.
I thought you weren't coming.
Yeah, well, you know me,
I'm always up
for a good party.
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♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪
♪ How, how, how, how ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
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♪ You gotta come on. ♪
Wait, wait, wait, wait, you
never walked one of these?
How long you live here?
Long enough to know
it's not for me.
Look, now don't get me wrong,
I enjoy a good party,
just not when someone dies.
That is not the point.
Second Lines
celebrate living.
It's a cultural tradition.
Hell, I grew up with 'em.
Taught me to
appreciate life.
Yeah, well, where I grew up,
you live, you die,
you get married.
No fuss, no muss.
And besides,
I appreciate life
just fine, thank you.
Oh, sure you do.
You live, you party,
meet some girl,
party some more.
No fuss, no muss.
Something like that.
According to his I.D.,
victim is Lieutenant
Darren Murray, 31.
Checked with Belle Chase,
says he was a clinical
psychologist at base.
And a Casualty Assistance
Calls Officer.
CACO.
Was the funeral for a sailor?
James Boyd, Reservist.
Who was on active duty
when he died,
so it's possible Lieutenant
Murray was assisting the family.
It could explain why
he was here, at least.
Yeah, but why wasn't he
in his dress whites?
And why is he
in an alley?
Taking pictures, apparently.
The only problem is...
memory card is missing,
and I couldn't find
any fingerprints on the camera.
Yeah, naturally.
Sebastian should be able to find
the most recent pictures.
Most cameras have
an internal memory, too.
Yeah, it'd go a long way in
helping us figure out
what Lieutenant Murray was doing
here, if he wasn't here
for Boyd's family.
That doesn't make sense.
If Lieutenant Murray was CACO,
why hide in an alley,
taking photos
of the Second Line,
instead of being
a part of it?
And why kill him?
As soon as I get the body
back to the morgue,
I'll know better how
he was strangled.
And I should be able to
give you the height and weight
of the killer too.
Garroting takes considerable
size and strength.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Lieutenant Murray?
- It's Lieutenant Murray.
- Come on, Amelia.
Come on, Amelia, let's go.
Oh, it's Lieutenant Murray.
You're going through enough.
Come on, sit down over
here with me, would you?
I heard something bad happened
when we finished the Line.
Had to see.
The lieutenant was
such a nice man.
He was so good to us.
How could this happen?
I don't know,
but we'll find out.
You're Amelia, right? Boyd?
Do we know... ?
I knew your Daddy.
We worked at the sheriff
department together.
A good man.
Thank you.
So Lieutenant Murray
was your CACO.
First one to tell me
James was in a car crash,
that he was gone.
Just when he was starting
to turn his life around, too.
Why he enlisted.
Navy takes care of its own.
Did you know that the
lieutenant was gonna be here?
No.
In fact, he said
he wouldn't be.
Said it was all part of
how we start to move on.
How could anybody
want to hurt him?
How is she?
She wants to know
what happened. So do I.
Brody, you're with me.
Christopher, Sonja,
go to Lieutenant Murray's house.
Learn things.
Killing a man
at another man's funeral.
Doesn't get much
worse than that.
Here too soon, Loretta?
Well, I haven't completed
the autopsy
on Lieutenant Murray,
but I have identified
what cost him his life.
Wasn't he strangled?
Ah, but how?
Answering that may help you
answer the bigger question.
Who killed him.
The lieutenant's
cricoid cartilage.
Rings the trachea,
protects the voice box.
Except these have
tiny grooves on them.
Friction marks.
Murder weapon.
Or at least the mark
left by it.
I'll send it to
Sebastian to analyze,
see if he can come up
with some possibilities.
Anything else?
Not yet, uh, other than
you're looking
for a relatively large man,
based on the severe angle
of the garroting.
Six-three, 230 pounds
or more, I'd guess,
based on
the upward force.
Yeah, might have
to look at those
Second Line surveillance
cameras after all.
See how many folks
fit the description.
I don't do
Second Lines.
I mean, other than
David Bowie's of course,
but then again, every
hipster in town did that.
I guess I just...I don't
really understand them
'cause, I don't know,
everyone seems so happy,
but that seems odd
because someone just died.
We all die, Sebastian,
doesn't mean
we don't celebrate
the life that was led.
Still, honoring the
soul doesn't mean
we can't do everything we can
to hunt down the killer.
So...
get to work.
Oh.
Uh, well, I'll see
your cartilage
and I'll raise you
internal memory.
Uh, I was able to recover photos
from Lieutenant Murray's camera,
which, actually,
a little disappointing,
'cause I didn't get to use
my advanced recovery software
and that thing is...
I know, "Sebastian, your point?"
My point is that
nothing unusual popped up.
Just a bunch of random
pictures of the procession.
Almost like he was making
a photo album or something.
Maybe he was looking for
somebody in particular.
And that somebody
found him first.
I.D. as many faces as you can
and get us the results.
Focus on large men, tall.
Hopefully Christopher
and Sonja will find some leads
at Murray's place.
Always paid his rent
on time, four years straight.
Didn't see much
of him, though.
One of them overly dedicated,
Navy types I guess.
Don't think he had
any family either.
Any idea how soon before
I can re-rent the place?
Oh, you're pretty broken up
about his passing, are you?
Everybody passes, honey.
Life goes on,
bills need to be paid.
Wise words.
Oh, we'll take it
from here, honey.
Thank you.
But I'm sure you have
a classified ad you have
to work on or something.
A little hard on her there,
weren't you?
A man dies and she acts
like it's no big deal.
Well, if she didn't really
know him, it's not, is it?
I mean, do you care when
somebody you barely know dies?
I certainly don't act like
it's an inconvenience.
Especially when it happens
to somebody like
Lieutenant Murray.
Means no family.
Who's gonna celebrate his life?
I don't suspect it matters
much to Lieutenant Murray.
What?
That's just
tough guy talk, right?
You're not afraid of anything?
Is that it?
No.
No, I'm scared of things.
Oh, yeah?
Like what?
Like you kicking my butt.
Well, if it knocks some sense
into that Neanderthal brain of
yours, you're damn right I will.
Don't move.
Who are you?
Come on... take it easy, now.
Look, we can talk about this.
You say something?
Lasalle?
Door.
He's gone.
Are you all right?
Yeah, sure.
Just got caught
off guard, that's all.
Here.
Thanks.
Are you sure you don't
need to get checked out?
You're all right?
Just a little sore, all right?
It's no big deal.
Sounds like
a big deal to me.
Getting kicked that hard,
knocked down.
Well, it's like I said, I got
caught off guard, all right?
We weren't clearing the place,
so I wasn't expecting anyone.
No, but I don't understand.
Why didn't you call out
when you first saw him?
What were you waiting for?
Well, he surprised me
before I could.
I mean, he's big and fast.
How big?
Well, he's big enough
to be a suspect
in Lieutenant Murray's murder.
You get a look at him?
Not a good one.
It all happened so fast.
So our mystery man
dropped a bag
before he busted
through the door.
I wasn't expecting it to be
a big ol' bag of bones.
The question is,
what was Lieutenant Murray
doing with 'em
in the first place?
And why'd the assailant break
into his place to get them?
Well, they look human to me.
Agreed.
Hopefully Loretta can I.D. 'em
and we can figure out
how they connect to Murray.
Well, you want us
to bring 'em to Wade?
Yeah. Brody and I'll go
talk to Murray' s CO...
see if he's got any other...
skeletons in his closet.
The radius and ulna
are separated
instead of fused.
Vertebral surfaces are concave.
Spinous is definitely human.
Probably male,
due to the structure
of the pelvis.
It's a lot of decay.
Whoever he is,
he's been dead a long time.
How long?
100 years, maybe more.
Mm-hmm.
I won't know until
further analysis,
and Sebastian can do
a DNA cross-check,
see if we can identify him.
Yeah, it might
help us figure out
why the assailant
wanted him so badly.
Hopefully find him.
Yeah, and when
we find him,
I got a little score to
settle with him.
You okay?
Why's everyone keep
asking me that?
'Cause everyone cares
about you, caveman.
How you sure you didn't crack
a rib or something?
Oh, I've cracked a couple ribs
playing football in high school.
This ain't that.
Let's have a look.
Look, I'm fine, really.
It's nothing.
It's not nothing if where
the assailant kicked you
is evidence.
And there seems to be some
residue on your shirt too.
Take it off.
Is this really necessary?
Oh come on, Country Mouse,
show off those six-pack
abs you're so proud of.
There is a faint outline
of what looks to be a boot.
I'm gonna have Sebastian
have a look at it.
Maybe he can get us
a shoe size.
Test the shirt, too.
You're really enjoying this,
ain't you?
Oh, yeah.
It's the highlight of my day.
Boyd went to him for
counseling.
Lieutenant Murray was trying to
help him turn his life around.
Boyd's wife never mentioned
Murray was in counseling.
My understanding is Boyd wanted
to keep it confidential
and Lieutenant Murray
honored that.
Can we get a look at
Boyd's case file?
I don't see why not.
Lieutenant Murray lost his own
family in a plane crash.
It's why he became a
psychologist and a CACO.
He just wanted to help
other victim's families
any way he could.
It makes you wonder why anyone
would want to kill him.
That's the thing--
I can't imagine
why anybody would.
He kept to himself pretty much.
Nobody really knew what he
did on his personal time.
That unusual?
Yes and no.
You deal with a lot of pain
as a Navy psychologist,
and more so as a CACO.
We're not robots,
it affects us too.
Some more than others.
Still odd that he was killed at
one of his own charge's funeral.
Can't help but think
there's a connection.
Speaking of odd,
any idea why
we found human bones
at Lieutenant Murray's place?
Bones?
Yes.
And we think
our main suspect
tried to steal them, too.
The bones are 300 years old?
Are you sure about that?
Eh, more like 250-ish.
Radiocarbon dating
can't get you
the exact date, but close.
Give or take three years.
Again, "ish."
God, recent bones
I can get,
murder victim, a cover up...
but old bones?
Why is that worth
fighting for?
I'm almost afraid to ask,
but, uh, what does
"CPS" stand for?
Cryogenic Preservation Society.
Got that when I signed up.
Dare I ask?
You know, like
cryogenic freezing.
When I die,
they're gonna take my head
and they're gonna stick it in
a minus-200-degree container
until future science
can find a cure for whatever,
you know...
killed me.
Has present day science told you
anything about
our murder weapon yet?
No, I'm still working on that,
but I was able to determine
what kind of a boot
broke your ribs.
Bruised, not broken.
Whatever.
Okay, there's some kind of
issues happening there.
Oh, by the way, your shirt had
a little bit of
concrete dust on it.
And as for the boot,
uh, it looks like
it was a size 13 or 13 1/2,
probably steel-toed,
based on the imprint
left on your contused pec.
Push-ups, right?
A lot of 'em?
Me, too.
Don't encourage him.
So, like Cinderella,
all we have to do
is find who fits the shoe.
Oh.
Looks like we got
a match on a bone.
All right, good news,
there's one living descendant.
Huh... didn't expect
to see that name pop up.
What name?
Karl Baptiste.
Baptiste? The Baptiste?
As in the one who originally
named New Orleans, New Orleans?
Jean Baptiste.
Karl's a distant relative.
Still lives out at
the family plantation, too.
Big spread.
Bet he was surprised to hear
that his ancestor's
bones had been stolen.
He did seem surprised.
Grave robbing?
Been an epidemic in the city
for years, worse lately.
Why cemeteries are
locked down at night now.
Crypts are filled with
priceless artifacts, gold.
It's like robbing
an unguarded bank.
Ivory sculptures
and marble angels.
I mean, this has got to
be worth a fortune.
Still, it's hard to believe
Lieutenant Murray's
a grave robber.
I mean, it doesn't track.
All the more reason to find out
how he got the bones
in the first place.
Mr. Baptiste?
Special Agent Pride.
This is my team.
Glad to know you.
Hello.
Although I still can't
Hi.
wrap my head around it all.
Yeah, I know how you feel.
It's part of all our history,
especially yours.
A lot of generations
interred here, I'm sure.
I hate to be exact.
All the way back to the 1700s.
Well, the family
crypt's over here.
I have a guard on it 24/7.
Because of all
the break-ins?
Well, the black market's
gone crazy
selling everything we hold dear.
Nothing's sacred
to these criminals,
but like I said,
I don't take any chances,
so I find it hard to believe
anybody stole anything.
Our forensic scientist
doesn't make mistakes.
Well, let's hope he made one
in this case,
'cause it doesn't make any sense
to steal bones,
unless they stole what's
really worthwhile too.
Dear God, it's gone.
Everything, it's all gone.
No, don't touch anything!
This is now all evidence
in a crime scene.
I can't believe this. I...
How could this
have happened?
Hey, where you going?
Hey!
Christopher!
Federal agent! Stop!
Hey, hey, hey!
Don't move.
You want to see if my gun
dry fires too?
Man, I ain't kill nobody.
Really? Then how come
we found you
sneaking around
a murder victim's house?
Attacking a Federal agent.
I told you, I didn't
know you was a Fed.
I thought you
was after me.
Why?
Who else is after you?
Yeah, you know what?
I ain't gonna say nothing else.
I'm gonna wait for my mouth
to get here.
Yeah, well, you
know what, Hanson?
You're mouth ain't gonna
save your butt, all right?
A Navy lieutenant is dead,
and unless you
tell us otherwise,
you got blood on your hands.
Look, I know you're mad 'cause
I tried to shoot you,
but I told you,
I didn't know.
I didn't even mean to.
Wait, wait, what?
And I...
Let's just stick to the case.
He just said he
tried to shoot you.
My finger slipped,
I panicked.
Yeah, his gun misfired,
all right?
It-it doesn't matter.
Like hell, it doesn't matter.
Are you kidding me?
We'll talk about this later.
Something I said?
You just incriminated yourself,
Mr. Hanson.
Admitted to trying
to kill a Federal agent.
I told you...
It doesn't matter.
Whether you mean to or not,
it's still attempted murder.
Eight years in the Federal pen,
more 'cause of your priors,
and a lot more if it turns out
that you killed
Lieutenant Murray.
Talk to me.
Help us help you.
I swear,
I never knew who the guy was
until he started
asking me about Boyd.
Boyd?
James Boyd?
The reservist who was
killed in a car crash?
Yeah, James and I, we knew
each other back in the day,
in Treme, back before
he tried to go straight.
Why he joined the Navy.
Ah, come on, I knew
that wasn't gonna last.
You can't change who you are.
He got in some money troubles,
Needed some cash.
Folks was after him, so...
he called me.
To rob crypts.
It's N'Oleans.
I said I knew of a big take,
it was dangerous though.
Why, because it was guarded?
Nah.
That ain't why it was dangerous.
The Baptiste family,
they... they got roots.
You don't want them finding
out you messed with them.
So you and Boyd
robbed their crypt,
and then what?
We ran.
We split up.
He took the take and before
we could get back together
to divvy it up, he, uh,
he crashed his car.
He died ugly, I hear.
A couple days later,
Murray was knocking on my door.
Asking what?
Just how well I knew James,
when's the last time I saw him.
See, I thought maybe he was
looking for the take, too,
so, I followed him home,
broke in when it was clear.
Saw he had one of the bags and I
tried to take it, that's all.
Risk all that for a...
bag of bones?
Bones prove where
the artifacts came from.
You can't sell one
without the other.
But that take,
especially that gold ring
that everybody wants so bad,
must be in the other bag.
You don't know where it is?
If I did, brother...
I'd be rich and
long gone by now.
How could you not tell me
you almost got shot?
What, you forgot to mention
that little detail?
Well, it's not a big deal.
And why are you so
concerned about it?
Why aren't you?
What if his gun did fire?
You could've been killed.
You're being dramatic.
Christopher...
Hey.
Come on, now.
Let's just work
the case, all right?
Start with the
reservist Boyd.
I think we need to take
a closer look at him.
Was a patient of
Lieutenant Murray's.
Brody's got the case file, I'd
like to know what she's found.
I'm on it.
All right, what do
you want me to do?
You want to tell me
what's going on?
Really, it's just
a whole lot of nothing.
No, Christopher, it's not.
This is me you're talking to.
And Sonja's right, you're lucky
that gun didn't go off.
And not saying something
about it, says...
Look, we take risks
all the time.
But we don't always
nearly get killed.
Face-to-face with mortality
affects a person.
You're no different.
Denying it doesn't do you
or anyone else any good.
Tell me things.
All right.
Karl Baptiste gave
me an inventory
of what was stolen
from the crypt.
Ivory crosses,
marble urns, angels,
and a gold ring,
which was apparently a gift
from King Louie the XIV.
Estimated to be worth
over a million dollars.
Well, this tracks
with what Hanson said, that
he was at Lieutenant Murray's
looking for more
than just bones.
Yeah, and if he's right
about potential buyers,
whoever still has the artifacts,
is gonna need the
bones to sell too.
The question is
where's the other bag?
There's a lot of
loot out there somewhere,
it's more than enough reason for
these robbers to kill for.
It's a dangerous business
robbing crypts.
There have been three murders in
this town in the past two years.
Yeah, Lieutenant Murray
must've been suspicious
of what Boyd was up to,
otherwise why meet
Hanson at all?
Well, according to
Murray's case file,
Boyd was definitely
a troubled man.
Gambling, debt,
hanging with the wrong folks.
Looks like he was worried Boyd
was about to do something
real bad.
Baptiste's crypt.
So maybe Lieutenant
Murray was killed
following up on his suspicions.
Well, just before
he died, though,
Murray requested a copy of
Boyd's autopsy report
from the Orleans Parish M.E.
You think he was curious
- about how Boyd really died?
- Well, if so,
and Boyd was murdered,
maybe solving that
will solve
Lieutenant Murray's murder, too.
Brody, tell Loretta we need her.
Christopher, Sonja,
see who's trying to
sell those artifacts.
Check black market,
CI's...
Our murderer's probably
one and the same.
This parish deals with
five times the death rate
than ours does,
but at a fraction of the budget.
Why's that?
More indigents, violent crimes.
Dr. Bellamy can barely
keep up with exams,
let alone lobby for funding.
Steven, thanks for seeing us
on short notice.
You know you're always
welcome here, Loretta.
In fact, you might want to
run next term, take my job.
I'm all right where I am,
thank you.
I don't blame you.
Dwayne, how you been?
How's Laurel?
Doing just fine,
thanks for asking.
This is Special Agent Brody,
she works with me.
Nice to meet you.
So, what brings you here?
Navy Reservist James Boyd--
died a week ago.
Boyd.
You know, I can
hardly keep track.
At least you got a name, though.
Most poor souls end up here,
they come in and out
as John and Jane Does.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Car accident, bad one too.
Burned almost beyond recognition.
Almost?
Well, family's able to get me
dental records,
and also ran DNA,
and postmortem radiographs.
But you were able to
perform a full autopsy.
Just to confirm C.O.D., I mean.
What are you
suggesting, Loretta?
Well, I'm not
suggesting anything,
other than I remember what
it's like to be overwhelmed.
And sometimes,
after you get an I.D.,
and what seems like
an obvious cause of death...
I didn't miss anything, I was
able to give him a full exam.
All right, then you wouldn't
mind if we have another look.
A lot on the line here,
maybe more than one murder.
We didn't mean
to offend, Steven,
we just need to make sure.
No apologies necessary.
There's nobody I trust more
to check my work than you.
So, would you like me
to contact the family,
request permission to exhume?
Please.
Thinking how that could've
been you in there?
No, actually I'm thinking how
bad that body's gonna smell
when they pop that lid.
You don't fool me.
The only reason you didn't say
what really happened
is 'cause you were scared.
I wasn't scared.
Come on.
We worked together a long time.
I know you and
your stupid macho front.
Why don't you just admit it?
All right, so maybe I was
a little scared,
but I wasn't taught
to deal with death.
All right?
I was taught you do everything
you can do to avoid it.
Well, that's
really sad, Lasalle,
'cause where I'm from,
you run from death,
you run from life.
Hang on.
Oh.
Okay, open...
Now, where's Boyd's body?
Good question.
Are they sure they exhumed
the correct coffin?
Boyd's name was
on the vault it came out of.
Only Boyd wasn't inside.
Unless the body
was cremated.
We did find ashes,
although normally they're
only found in urns.
But Boyd wasn't even supposed
to be cremated, was he?
Not according to Dr. Bellamy.
Still, somebody checked
the "Cremation" box
on the "Designation of
Remains" form.
But it wasn't the family,
we checked.
Mortuary could've
made a mistake.
Or Bellamy.
Or somebody didn't want us to
know how Boyd really died.
Especially if he was murdered.
Sonja, Christopher,
go to the mortuary.
I want to know who
checked that box.
We're on it.
Any chance you can
still find the C.O.D.?
DNA's usually destroyed during
the cremation process.
I could try to find
a partial bone or tooth,
or perhaps cell degradation.
It's a long shot.
Only shot we got.
Wait, what did I miss?
Who got shot?
Nobody, dear.
At least not yet.
Wow. Okay.
Well, taking that
not-so-subtle hint, uh,
I think I solved
at least one murder.
Lieutenant Murray?
Yeah.
And I'm not gonna lie
to you either,
it was not easy to match
a murder weapon
to the exact friction
marks on the cartilage.
I mean, I tried a fishing line,
all weights, piano wire,
fiber optic...
You know, why don't I just--
I'll skip to the end.
Give me a second,
I did a lot of work.
Sebastian...
All right, here we go, uh,
Rose Iron.
Uh, it matches microscopic
and corrosive dust
that I found in the cartilage.
That...
plus its width,
suggests harpsichord wire.
Kind of like this one.
Except,
Rose Iron was
replaced with brass
in the 1700s,
which means you're looking
for a murder weapon
that's at least 300 years old.
300 years?
Just like the bones.
You're not gonna
believe this,
but Patton did a
search on the Darknet
looking for Baptiste's
stolen artifacts.
And...?
He didn't find Baptiste's, but
he did find artifacts stolen
from other family crypts.
Want to take a wild guess
who he traced the seller to?
Well, this was unexpected,
Agent Pride.
Did you, um, find anything?
More than you wanted, I'm sure.
Black eye on the city,
grave robbing.
Strikes at the heart
of who we are.
You know,
PD's been trying to find
the ringleader for years now,
turns out...
it's you.
What are you talking about?
Hanson said,
"Nobody crosses Baptiste."
Now we know why.
We traced wire funds
instructions instructions
of stolen artifacts to shadow
bank accounts linked to you.
Perfect cover, nobody would
suspect a founding family.
This doesn't prove anything.
Proves trafficking of stolen
goods on the internet--
Federal crime.
So's killing sailors.
Whoa, wait,
I didn't kill anybody.
Why's everybody afraid of you?
No one knows better than to rob
the Baptiste family crypt,
except Boyd,
who apparently was desperate
enough to try.
Which Lieutenant Murray
suspected,
but when he got on Boyd's trail,
you were afraid
the investigation
would lead back to you.
No doubt the missing wire's
the murder weapon
used to kill Lieutenant Murray.
Missing wire? I...
That must've been
what was taken
when they broke
into my place, I...
I didn't report it
'cause I-I didn't think
anything was missing, but that's
obviously what they were after.
Okay, let's...
But listen to me,
I swear, I had no idea
Put your hands
behind your back.
who this Murray person is.
or Boyd, I...
And even if I did,
why would I kill people
who could help me
get my artifacts back.
My ring.
I swear,
somebody's trying to set me up.
Loretta's got something
to show me.
Let's go.
What'd you find?
According to the mortuary,
the cremation form
was already signed
when it got there.
But I was able to locate a still
intact bone fragment
in Reservist Boyd's ashes,
enough to test DNA.
Cause of death?
Don't know.
But what I do know is
those ashes don't belong
to Reservist Boyd.
DNA matched
a 78-year-old homeless man
who died two weeks ago--
John Doe.
Who died in Orleans Parish.
Dr. Bellamy's jurisdiction.
All right, so where's Boyd?
Well, I may not
know where he is,
but I think I know where he was.
So, I've been
working on the photos
that Lieutenant Murray took
at Boyd's Second Line.
And I was thinking,
he must've been
looking for something, right?
But what? So...
I kept magnifying
the photos until...
viola, right there,
you see that?
A reflection in the window?
That, ladies and gentlemen,
is James Boyd...
...alive and well,
at his own funeral.
I still can't believe
Boyd faked his own death.
I mean, you talk
about a Hail Mary.
Pinned himself into a corner,
figured it was his only way out.
So, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.
Boyd robs Baptiste's crypt,
keeps the take,
pretends to be dead.
So what was he doing
at his own funeral?
It's a common fantasy
to be curious
about who'd show up
at your funeral,
so maybe Lieutenant Murray,
since he was Boyd's counselor,
had reason to believe
he shared that fantasy.
Which means, Murray showed up
at the funeral too,
hoping to prove that Boyd
was still alive.
Or Boyd was there
because, once he realized
the lieutenant was on to him,
he knew he had to try and stop
him before it was too late.
And, either way, two birds
with one stone.
Keeps anybody from thinking
Boyd's still alive,
and eliminates the one man that
would want to kill him
for stealing from him.
Karl Baptiste.
Yeah, but is Boyd that smart?
More likely, that desperate.
In debt, lot of bad people
chasing him,
one thing lead to another,
things got worse.
Navy took a chance on him,
Boyd betrayed that trust.
Even went so far as to
kill one of their own.
We have to find him
to face court martial.
Yeah, but how do we know
he isn't long gone by now?
Well, he hasn't been able to
sell the stolen artifacts.
They're not even listed yet.
The man goes to all that
trouble to disappear,
he's gonna need money--
lots of it.
I mean, he has to sell.
Well, you can't sell
the artifacts
without proving
where they came from.
That's what Hanson said.
Which means,
Boyd has the artifacts,
but not the bones
to go with 'em.
Christopher, you and Sonja
bring in Dr. Bellamy.
He lied to us.
He had to have helped Boyd
with that switch.
And what if he lawyers up?
Slows down
the investigation,
and to give Boyd
enough time to bolt.
You rethinking my offer
to switch parishes?
No, but I wanted to talk
outside the office.
Okay.
Something wrong?
Oh, come on, Steven,
who are you kidding?
You knew I'd run DNA on the
ashes I found in Boyd's coffin.
You knew what I'd find,
didn't you?
Yes.
Then what are you
still doing here?
Why didn't you run?
Where would I go?
God, Steven...
what happened to you?
I just didn't think
you would ever
have done something
like this.
I don't know.
Nobody cares about
me, my family...
nobody cares I hardly
make ends meet.
They just... expect.
What do I get out of that?
So you falsified Boyd's
death certificate,
use a homeless man's ashes
to cover for him, for what?
A couple bucks?
I wouldn't be the first
M.E. in this town
to do something like that.
No, but you're the last
I'd expect to do it.
Loretta... please?
Do the right thing, Steven.
Help us find James Boyd.
I don't know where he is.
Think.
I swear, I don't know
where he is.
Talked to him yesterday.
Wait, you spoke to him
yesterday?
He called.
He wanted to know if...
if I would carbon date
a bone for him.
DNA test it.
Said he needed it to
authenticate some kind of ring
he was trying to sell.
A ring?
He's supposed to get back to me.
Haven't heard from him.
Apparently, he doesn't have
the bone yet.
That's because we've got it.
Which means he needs
to find another...
It's been two nights.
Thinking maybe the
good doctor was wrong.
Boyd doesn't need
a bone after all.
Hold on.
Got movement,
back-right corner.
He's closing in.
Stand by.
Don't be stupid.
Thanks for the
vote of confidence.
Here we go.
Three...
two...one...
now!
We got a rabbit!
Percy, heading your way.
Federal agents! Stop!
Don't move!
We will shoot you
To quote a friend:
"Don't be stupid."
The Navy tried to
help you, Boyd.
Lieutenant Murray
tried to help you.
And now there's
no one to help you.
Please, don't tell my wife.
It's better if
she thinks I'm gone.
It's better
if she don't ever know.
You should've thought
about that before.
No fuss, no muss.
The good news is we
nailed three bad guys.
Four if you count Doc Bellamy.
Bad news...
Quadruple the paperwork.
Yeah, it would've been nice
if Brody would've
stuck around to help.
And Pride.
Well, Pride's got us
for paperwork,
so, it's good to be king.
Yeah, pun intended,
but what's Brody's excuse?
She's got to get ready.
And so do I.
Where you going?
Oh, Lieutenant Murray's
Second Line.
The Navy guys are
putting it together.
Okay, so what's that
got to do with this?
Are you coming?
It's Second Line, so no.
Exactly. Enjoy.
Wait, you can't just
dump all this on me.
Well, come along.
Well, you can't change the spots
on a leopard.
Or a Neanderthal.
See you, Country Mouse.
Okay, hold on.
Let's get something
straight here.
I did admit about being a little
scared about the misfire, right?
Reluctantly.
It's progress, not perfection.
Look, I understand
what you've been trying to say
to me, all right?
And I appreciate it.
I do.
It means that you care about me
more than you want to admit.
Calm down.
Now, you know what I mean.
But I do appreciate it.
I just... sometimes, I guess,
you got to hit me
with a two by four
to knock some sense into me.
Mm-hmm.
Look, we're partners, right?
So we spend a lot of
time together.
Get to know each other
in more ways than just work.
Don't say "work husband."
Don't worry.
All I'm saying...
is you help me with my stuff,
how not facing my past kept me
from growing,
connecting better with others.
Right back at you, Lasalle.
Just saying.
I just love this city.
Ditto that.
So, how did this tradition
get started anyway?
Some believe it started
in the slave days,
the long walk back
from the cemetery
outside the city...
singing and dancing,
remembering the loved ones,
and lessening the
hardship of the miles.
Mm! Wikipedia Wade!
Note to self, though,
remind me to get photo approval
before y'all put mine up
like that and show it off.
Good point.
It's a rich tradition;
never gets old.
Kind of puts everything
in perspective.
Yeah, perspective
Lasalle doesn't have,
probably never will.
Hey, don't be so hard on him.
Christopher will come around,
sooner or later.
Roll tide.
Yeah, but I bet if he was around
when Bear Bryant died,
he'd Second Line him.
Who's Bear Bryant?
Really?
The best coach ever.
Won six National
Championships at Alabama.
Nobody's got more.
I thought you weren't coming.
Yeah, well, you know me,
I'm always up
for a good party.
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